Kinich grunted in pain as he dragged his beaten body through the dark and snowy woods, desperately limping towards the faraway light of your cottage.

He was tired. Tired of getting beat up by his drunk father, tired of seeing his mother receiving the brunt of the abuse...Tired of being weak and unable to protect the ones he loved.

He couldn't bear it anymore after his mother had left, leaving him alone in the company of his alcoholic father and the jeering tribe children. So, he ran away from home, longing to be free from the pain and isolation as he ran straight into the arms of his best and only friend, you.

He raised his bloodied hand to knock on your door, his bare and frostbitten feet shifting anxiously on your doorstep.

You were his last hope. He hoped you wouldn't abandon him like the others.